Mystic Dominator

Anthony expressed his shock.

But within a few days, the man in front of him had made him realize how outrageous this was. Therefore, Anthony was not surprised for long, and soon gave up his plan to continue explaining the conversation.

"When I came to this room, I originally wanted to explain the situation to you."

Anthony smiled bitterly, shook his head, and directly brought the food prepared by the maid.

"In this case, then I, an old guy, will start eating."

"You two just ate at the restaurant, so you wouldn't mind if I order some food, right?"

"Please." Ronald raised his hand.

Anthony cut the bread with one hand, then picked it up and slowly put it into his mouth. The old magician's reason for coming to the room was not deceptive. With his free hand, he picked up the manuscript he had prepared and reviewed it while eating.

In order to prevent some loopholes that I failed to discover during today's debate.

At this pace, time passes quickly.

The sun rises from the east side of the sky, and the city gradually regains its normal vitality during the day.

And the intellectual quest that Frank faces comes as expected.

This may be somewhat inaccurate.

Because when the scheduled time came, the team of scholars did not show up. They showed up from the street where the manor was located half an hour late.

After sensing the appearance of these guys, I watched them from upstairs.

This team is small in number. Excluding attendants and other characters, there are five main spellcasters in total.

There are young and old people among these people.

But what is more uniform is that the expressions on their faces all reveal a sense of pride, as well as hostility and contempt for Frank's manor.

A few minutes later, they crossed the street and arrived at the front entrance of the manor.

It was obviously not the first time for the gatekeeper to encounter such a battle, so he did not ask or stop him, but immediately opened the gate of the manor and pulled the cotton rope in the gatehouse.

"Jingle Bell--"

Bells rang in the buildings of the manor.

The maid who informed them of the news knocked on the door, and Ronald and Costart also returned to the first floor under the leadership of Anthony.

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At this time, the academic seeker happened to be in the hall with Frank.

It's just that the visitor's face is serious, but Frank has a mysterious smile on his face.

Then he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Turning around, the owner of the manor smiled even more and said directly to the visitor in front of him:

"Everyone, this is the person I'm waiting for."

"With your knowledge, I guess you don't need to introduce me anymore, right?"

"Anthony! Why are you here?" Compared with Frank's smile, the members of the academic search team were much more excited. One of the young practitioners even pointed at Anthony's nose and asked, "This The city is not your stronghold, what does it mean for you to show up here!"

Anthony confronted him tit for tat, showing no sign of weakness:

"What, did I have a broken leg or am I blind?"

"Who else has stipulated that I can't visit my friends and exchange feelings in broad daylight?"

The man opposite was so angry at this attitude that he even wanted to approach Anthony: "You, you can't possibly know that we..."

Suddenly, the caster lost his temper.

Because just when he was a little impulsive, a big old hand gently pressed on his shoulder. The cold touch not only made him regain his composure and stop his movements, but even made him shiver.

"Okay, we are here to visit today, not to quarrel."

"One more is better."

The old man who stretched out his hand to stop seemed to have a very high status.

After he spoke, not only did the scholar-seeking team calm down, but the expressions of Anthony and Frank here also became extremely serious.

Frank, as the owner of the manor, took a step forward:

"You gave the notice too late, and the theaters in the city didn't have time to make reservations, so there was basically no free time, so this time it will be held in my manor."

The old man with an indifferent expression didn't care at all.

He just pointed at a young man behind him, who didn't seem to have any trace of magic power:

"This is our record officer."

"Now take us to the venue you prepared. The search will begin immediately."

Frank raised his eyebrows, said no more, and just led people into the house.

The place he mentioned was actually the hall used to entertain guests.

How it looked a few hours ago.

At this moment, excess furniture has been removed from the hall, and several long tables are arranged in two lines here, with benches placed in two different directions opposite each other.

Compared to the set of things Ronald was familiar with.

That is to say, in the middle of the two directions, there is no judge or host, which makes the atmosphere of conflict and confrontation more intense.

"..."

That position was originally supposed to be that of the recording officer.

Ronald glanced with mock indifference.

The record officer brought by the other party was very biased. He sat directly at the end of the main team and even asked the caster about spells.

Considering the status of ordinary people here.

Ronald had no doubt how outrageous this so-called debate would be!

At this time, the academic search officially began, and Frank, as the owner of the manor, let these people speak first.

The young magician sitting at the top of the long table stood up first:

"I'll just go ahead and do it!"

"Your school's past research on the original scriptures was all mistakes that went astray. Now you are still walking on this path and even spreading this wrong knowledge. This is really an evil deed that will bring endless disasters!"

Frank was unmoved by this accusation, and he was not needed in the first round of debate.

Just with a wave of his hand, a young spellcaster stood up here:

“It’s better to put this kind of ridiculous argument aside as soon as possible!”

"Our school has been passed down in this land for more than a hundred years, and has withstood the test of time and social changes. This kind of common sense recognized by the majority of mystical parties is not something you can slander by just talking!"

The young people on Frank's side showed confidence.

Although the [Nine Rings Secret Society] occupies this land, the past history will not die because of this.

Backed by everything that has been accumulated for hundreds of years.

He didn't think the guy opposite could continue to talk nonsense in this regard.

However, the other party immediately came up with his argument:

"As we all know, frequent use of magic will put stress on the caster's body, and in severe cases may even cause irreversible damage. But you encourage the caster to do more of this kind of behavior. Is this still correct?"

"Ah--"

At this point, the young magician let out a sneer.

"I heard that some uncivilized tribes in the west still use this method to encourage their wizard warriors. In this regard, they do not agree with your approach!"

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